do not stand at my grave and weep;
i am not there. i do not sleep
Wessex' upgrade doesn't allow her to see anything more than normal, for these are not illusions that slip into crevices and cracks. Even so, she might catch sight of flashes of teeth, fingers bent and broken, long-haired skeletal things that morph and shift. Loren might have too with his glasses, could he see in the dark as the queen can. The repellent is clever, for indeed these are monsters. Fine. They saturate floorboards and sink into the earth. They will disperse until the gas does, though it hardly matters.
What the fuck do you think an overturned table is going to do? the Reborn shouts, and indeed, she is right. What the fuck indeed.
On the floor, in Cera's blood that has pooled into the floor boards, the words slowly form: too late.
What the fuck do you think an overturned table is going to do? the Reborn shouts, and indeed, she is right. What the fuck indeed.
On the floor, in Cera's blood that has pooled into the floor boards, the words slowly form: too late.
do not stand at my grave and cry;
i am not there, i did not die
LONGNiGht
